A childhood belief about giving birth

As a child, I'd always known that a baby grows inside a mom's "belly."

When I turned four, my parents concieved a third child.

I always thought that the baby grew inside the stomach, and just ate whatever mom did.

Well, eventually food leaves the body, and so should the baby... but both were to come out the same hole... the butt.

Everytime my mom would poop, I'd have to watch her and make sure she didn't have my brother then and there.

During the real birth of my brother, my other brother and I were sent to our grandma's house, where our new brother had "sent" us toys to play with while we waited for dad to take us back home.

I remember that day so clearly, and the one thought that prevailed in my head; "I hope she goes to the bathroom right away... she'll probably need a diaper... I know I would." ((and that was what adult diapers were for.))